Come Dine with Me - yes ...ME!!!

I've just had the most rock n roll week of my life. I've been filming 'Come Dine with Me' with complete strangers. It all started when a mailshot went out to the people of Barnsley and my friend forwarded it on to me. 'There is no way I would ever do anything like that. Not in a million years!' I said. But the brain is a crafty thing. It starts poking at your vanity. 'But you can knock up a mean scampi and chips!' it encourages. 'And you like a laugh. And think of the PR!!!' I applied thinking that it was all in the lap of the Gods and if it was meant to be, then it would be. And blimey it was. I am BURSTING to give out details. But I am contracted not to. So you'll have to wait until it airs in Spring - date to follow. What I can say is that I can't remember laughing as much, or being as emotional in a long time. And you really don't know where you are going, or who will be there, when that taxi picks you up on the first night. Or how much the dynamics will change day to day. Or how many soundmen will be fiddling with your cleavage. I felt duty bound to propose to one for decency's sake. I had a ball. I threw myself into the experience hook line and sinker. And by the end of it, had my hair been any longer, there wouldn't have been much difference between me and Ozzy Osbourne. But then life is for living... isn't it? And, boy, did I cram a few years into one week. And when you DO see the footage, just remember: je regrette rien. I doubt my kids will be as accommodating though!